Trust your instincts
How I kept leaning on to the wrong shoulder(s)... I paid a great price.
I was blind, naive enough not to look, that I put my trust in the wrong soul. My inner sense kept on telling me something is wrong, but I had a heart so tender which made me choose otherwise. All those days in which the pillow felt my tears, I felt bad that I never trusted my instincts. The tender little heart of mine then misguided me, asked me to hurt myself. Or to spill the pain to someone else. On anybody, anybody at all. My inner sense still rang the warning bell...!
I paid the price for listening to my heart. Or putting faith in it while it was not strong enough. The pain I felt on my bosom, was caused entirely by my fault. Because I failed my senses when they were guiding me right. Who am I to blame anybody anyway, when I trusted them more than myself...?!
My own fingers pointed against me, and I admitted it. It's only when you accept your mistakes, you'll be able to overcome them. It's hard, yet I succeeded. My heart is stupid. A liar. I had to follow my senses, and make my tiny little heart follow them too. Make them partners in crime.
The tender beating meat shed its skin, hardened over time, and is now something trustworthy. It doesn't ask to get hurt or hurt anyone anymore. The occasional pain which pops up is treasured, nobody even knows it's there.
Live and let live, forgive and forget is all that the partnership does now. Why worry? I live freely, not anymore relying on shoulders, for I have my own, for I don't cry anymore. I got everything that's needed, within me.